6IX FIGURES Lyrics

Catch me dreaming of the six figures

I got six wedding rings up on my ring finger

I be married to the game cause I'm the ring-leader

I be at the top while you be at the bottom singing

Woah, where the fuck did you go? How the fuck didn't I know

At the stop on the road, I cut a right, cut a left

And then I'm back on my own

Topping up my whip, I'm cashing out on all these of O's like woah

Riding it steady, I pop one

Load up the song and I drop one

Want me a whip and I copped one

Shorty, she down and she want in

Thing about me is that I'm locked in

Saying it once, I'm saying it twice

I'll say it again cause I promise

Gucci'd the shoes and I got it

Cash in the side of the wallet

Reno'd the run and I rocket

Empty the bags and the pockets

I want it all, I want it big

So you gotta tell you me my options

I want the stocks, I want the crypto

I want to puts and the options

Baby, you know that I got this

Baby, you know that I got this

Boutta go pull up in the back of the, back of the

Flick of the faucet

Boutta go drip and I'm boutta go fuck up whip

And I'm about to go pop it

Block nine, I'll make them dance till they dance till they

Catch me, catch me, catch me, catch me

Catch me dreaming of the six figures

I got six wedding rings up on my ring finger

I be married to the game cause I'm the ring-leader

I be at the top while you be at the bottom singing

Woah, where the fuck did you go? How the fuck didn't I know

At the stop on the road, I cut a right, cut a left

And then I'm back on my own

Topping up my whip, I'm cashing out on all these of O's like woah

Laugh at the haters, call me hyena

Running through hoes, I am like a cheetah

I am a big cat, I am a leader

Switch up the rhyme scheme, double time heater

I am Mohali, I'm catching a body

I'm shooting at oppies, they call me John Gotti

She calling me papi, I'm back in the lobby

She's rollin' on molly, I'm deep in the cash like

Swerving the lanes for the fast life

Doubling down on my last life

I'm crossing and telling the girl that I lied to her face

When I met her in her past life

So I'm gon' hit her with that pipe

Back in the strip in the jack of all trades

When I load up the song in the whip

And I tell 'em that I'm making a wave

Making a wave

Look at the way that I'm doing it

I'm boutta go fuck her back at my place

I know that I'm boutta go up to her, dumping the eighth

I'm dumping the spades, I'm dumping this shit

Little bitty ting when I'm back on the bish

Catch me, catch me, catch me, catch me

Catch me dreaming of the six figures

I got six wedding rings up on my ring finger

I be married to the game cause I'm the ring-leader

I be at the top while you be at the bottom singing

Woah, where the fuck did you go? How the fuck didn't I know

At the stop on the road, I cut a right, cut a left

And then I'm back on my own

Topping up my whip, I'm cashing out on all these of O's like woah